Your secretary printed out the CV's for you. That makes her a tree murderer, but you like looking at her ass while she isn't looking. God you're a mes.... You make a mental note to make a time machine trip to the late 1950s where you belong, whenever that invention comes around.You call up your secretary even though she's in the room next to you. "Hey Sheryl? Yeah, cancel those interviews. I'm gonna make my choice based on the CV only." But Mr. Huckleberry, both candidates are already on their. She had taken off her black suit top leaving only the white blouse beneath it. The day was hot and the AC wasn't working as it should. She turned the chair revealing her short black skirt from beneath the desk. With the angle the boy was standing he could easily see the lacy panties she was wearing between her legs. "What do you need help with dear?" U-u-u-ummm, now he was really stuttering his teacher’s panties were invading his thoughts and the poor boy couldn’t think straight.. No, just like everyone else in the vicinity, it is all Texas this, and Texas that, and there ain’t no other locality that can hold a candle to the Lone Star State.I would be lying to you if I tried to impress you with how open-minded I am about such foolishness, but I was probably the only Austin Crawford that had been to so many other States.One of the places I went to real regular like was up to Oklahoma to see my baby sister that had married a preacher assigned to the Indian Reservation up. “Faster!” I yelled. WHAP! WHAP!I hit him twice more on the same cheek as before and he did as I ordered. He was breathing heavily, moaning a mess and intensely fucking. He was even sweating over me. I could feel the sweat dripping onto my body from his head and the close proximity of our bodies didn't help much either.Luckily for us both, I didn't last too much longer. The pressure had been building up for a while in a nice, steady incline, then shot up as he went into overdrive. My cock was.